The Universe provides signs by offering distinctive directions, much like a GPS system, if you are aware and paying attention.  Flying books are one of those signs.

The first time it happened to me I was in Yokefellows Bookstore in Framingham, MA.  Leisurely pacing up and down an aisle, a book flew from the shelf and landed at my feet.  I picked it up and just stared at the title, then shifted my eyes to the space where it had fallen from, then back to the title.  It crossed my mind that someone on the other side of the aisle returned a book to its rightful place, which resulted in my book being rudely shoved on the floor. Examining the bookcase I discovered that the bookshelf had a solid back.

I placed the book back on the shelf and reconciled myself to the logical thought that it was probably sitting precariously on the edge and the vibration of my walking up the aisle had caused it to fall.  As I continued searching other titles I heard a book fall again.  Turning, I remember feeling sick in my stomach – it was the same book.  I picked the book up and purchased it.  The book was The Seth Material by Jane Roberts.

Throughout the years I purchased every book written by Jane Roberts, whose writing and insights stretched my belief system and exercised my mind like a Pilates class.

Books still fly at me, and I still question this rare occurrence.  The location is not a factor.  This phenomenon has happened to me in intimate little bookstores, where you can smell the dust and mold, as well as those known book chain stores that serve up overpriced croissants.  I’ve yet to determine if my own energy causes the book to fall off the shelf, or there is some guiding intervention by a discarnate entity.  When this experience happens, I feel my personal shopper is helping me make a decision on reading material that I, obviously am too stupid to select on my own.

I purchase whatever is thrown at me, due in most part, to a feeling of higher obligation that if I don’t accept this unseen gift of guidance the experience will somehow cease to happen.

Who has had books fly at them? And what did you do?  Intuitive minds want to know………..

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When I was nineteen years old, I made an appointment to have a private reading from Reverend Gladys Custance of the First Spiritualist Church of Onset, MA.  I remember the anticipatory feeling of experiencing something new, for this was to be a reading by a Medium. 

Reverend Gladys immediately put me at ease with her gentle smile as she indicated a table where I could place my trusty reel-to-reel tape recorder to document my reading.   Never asking me questions, she took a few deep breaths, and with closed eyes began talking to me for almost one hour.  There was an incredible confidence about the information she was imparting to me.  It had nothing to do with love, or money.  The reading was all about my Spiritual Self.  My role on this planet.  Who I had been, and what I was to do in this lifetime.  She accurately described most of my relatives in Spirit, and even brought a message to me from a childhood friend I lost, giving me her name and how she passed.    During the reading she never asked me leading questions.  Occasionally she would ask, “Do you understand?”  I would answer yes or no.  If no, she would ask that I remember what she said to me then she would move on to the next part of the reading.  I still have the tape recording of my abridged Akashic record.  A recording so clear in it’s message with accuracy, that I felt turned inside out.

Fast forward thirteen years, for it would take this long before my path crossed with the Spiritualist Church again.

What first drew me to the Brockton church were the free readings.  A friend of mine asked if I would go to Sunday service with her in the hopes that she would receive a message from the platform. 

After a few months of sporadically attending services the pastor, Reverend Gertrude Stevens, was about to begin the message part of the service, when she stepped down from the platform and started to walk towards me.  She stopped where I was sitting, in the outside pew, leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You know who you are, join me on the platform and give a message.”  I felt my face immediately flush with embarrassment as people turned around in their seats to gawk at me.  Granted, I had been doing psychic readings since I was sixteen years old;  I began with Tarot, and after a few years did not even use cards.  I held my client’s hand, closed my eyes, and was off to the races.

I looked at the back of her head with an incredulous expression on my face.  She was walking back to the platform, her obvious gait telegraphing me to follow. 

Reverend Stevens took her seat among the rows of chairs reserved for qualified mediums.  She crossed her arms in front of her ample chest and nodded her head, “Go on.”

As I stared out at the congregation I cannot fully express the terror I felt.  I know my stomach felt sick.  I was a psychic not a medium.

Looking out at the congregation I saw the light over a parishioner’s head and I asked her, in a shaking voice, to please stand up.  Then I took a breath and read.  Once finished I motioned to leave the platform.   The strong voice  behind me said, “Do a couple more.”  I did four readings my first Sunday service.  Reverend Stevens stood next to me and asked me to take my place on the platform while she ended the service with a closing prayer.

In closing today’s post I want all of you to know that I have been blessed with stellar, integrity filled teachers during my lifetime.  I have met a handful of authentic, genuine mediums in my lifetime.  I can count them on one hand.  One hand. 

Despite my decades of development, I do not consider myself to be a medium in any way, shape or form.  Regardless of what others may have labeled me, I do not place myself in some exalted sphere of experience.

The past few years it has become a popular trend for psychics to label themselves as mediums or channelers.  Mediums channel Spirits.  They take on the appearance and mannerism of the departed.  They commune directly with the departed with clarity of dates, names and places without vagueness or broad spectrum common experiences.  They do not ask the client questions or body read them.  These people are rare. 

Authentic channelers would be Edgar Cayce or Jane Roberts to name two.

I am psychic, as are you.  No exclusive power or intuitive gifts are held outside your grasp.  Knowledge, training and practice are abundantly available.    

Let’s wash away the labels of hierarchy classifying one more “gifted” than the other and move forward with the real work.  Bringing Spirit to those who need comfort, compassion and wholeness.

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